Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The next day, deep within Morpheus's laboratory, filled with the wails of souls.

Morpheus was irritably checking the progress of several soul furnaces when a rather inconspicuous grayish-white stone at his waist suddenly began to heat up slightly.

His face darkened; that wretched woman had contacted him again!

As he channeled his spiritual energy into the stone, Malfana's uniquely rhythmic voice resounded directly in his mind, her tone carrying an indifferent detachment.

"I just received news that your old friend Lynn is back, and he has successfully become a second-circle wizard."

"According to the Tower Spirit's feedback, although Lynn has just advanced to the second ring, his life energy level is assessed as being at the peak of the second ring..."

"Lynn?!"

Upon hearing Lynn's name, Morpheus's fingers clenched suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

"Peak of the second ring? How could it be so fast?!"

His heart was instantly filled with shock and anger.

He hasn't been able to gather all the high-quality souls needed to refine his third main soul yet, and it will take him some time to advance to the third ring. That kid has already caught up with him?

And he was already at peak evaluation right after advancing to the next level?

Marfa's voice continued, carrying a hint of mockery:

"Since he's just returned, the undead probably haven't leveled up yet and their abilities are limited. Now might be a good time to resolve this problem."

"Of course, this is just a suggestion; the choice is yours."

Communication was immediately cut off.

Morpheus's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He immediately tried to contact Marfa in reverse, and it took several attempts to get through.

"Marfa! Let's attack together! He's growing too fast; we must nip it in the bud!" Morpheus's voice was ruthless.

"Oh? This is a private matter between you and him, what does it have to do with me?" Marfa's voice was lazy and distant.

"Personal matters? Don't forget, last time you hunted him down, some of your 'Soul Weaver' lineage were among the apprentices you sent! Do you think you can clear your name?"

Morpheus growled.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication, followed by a soft chuckle from Marfa:

"What you're saying...who knows? Those apprentices...who knows, maybe it's just a frame-up plot by you, Lord Morpheus..."

"You!" Morpheus was so angry that his soul fluctuations became somewhat unstable.

"Aren't you afraid I'll expose you?!"

"Whatever you want." Marfa casually left those two words and cut off the communication again, leaving Morpheus's attempts to contact her fruitless.

"It's happening again! It's happening again!!"

"That despicable woman did this to him again!!!"

"Marfa, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Morpheus slammed his fist on the experimental table next to him, cracking the bone surface in several places.

He knew that Marfa, that cunning woman, was determined to stay out of it, and might even be planning to reap the benefits without doing so.

"An unreliable woman..." he gritted his teeth.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Lynn's rapid growth posed an unprecedented threat to him, and he had to act quickly!

With a grim face, he walked out of the laboratory, summoned his most trusted apprentices and subordinates, and sternly ordered:

"Keep a close eye on all the external teleportation arrays! If you spot Lynn, or find any trace of him leaving the academy, report to me immediately!"

"Yes!" The subordinates felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed the almost tangible killing intent emanating from their mentor, and they quickly obeyed and left.

Morpheus stood alone in the dimly lit corridor, his eyes like those of a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

Since Marfa refuses to cooperate, then we'll do it ourselves!

With his peak second-ring strength, plus his two main souls and the undead, dealing with a newly promoted newcomer shouldn't be difficult...

We must eliminate this major threat before Lynn perfects his methods!

...

In the following days, Lynn often wandered around various parts of the academy and took the opportunity to visit "Teacher's Wife".

I chatted with her for half an hourglass before leaving, satisfied.

As for the content of their chat... only the two of them know.

Three days later, Lynn stepped into the gears and bones on time.

Five people were already waiting in the reception room, two more than last time.

Harold lowered his voice as he handed over the hot tea: "They're all trustworthy, experienced craftsmen, tight-lipped, and don't cause trouble."

Lynn nodded, and without exchanging pleasantries, began immediately.

The first item, Enchanted Resonance Displacement, located the knot in half a quarter of an hour; two sentences made the man in front of me willingly spend five hundred magic stones.

The second issue was an imbalance in the ratio of alchemy stabilizers. The analysis of the failed samples was conducted, and two alternative solutions were described verbally.

The third issue is the coupling problem between joint wear and soul connection attenuation in the construct, and the complete solution from material replacement and rune reconstruction to daily maintenance.

...

Within an hour, the five people took their leave one after another.

Five magic stone bags were left on the table. Three basic bags cost 500 each, and two complex bags cost 900 each, for a total of 3,300 magic stones.

Harold personally escorted Lynn to the door, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

This guy makes money so fast!

Thousands of magic stones a day, if it were displayed for a month...

This is incredible! Absolutely incredible!

Of course, this kind of thing works best in the first few days. Once everyone's problems are mostly resolved, business will slow down considerably.

Lynn didn't give him a chance to speak and left directly.

He returned to his small lab cubicle and greeted Gregor:

"With twenty days left in the holiday, I'll go to the demiplane and capture a few undead to replenish my resources."

Gregor didn't even look up, waving his hand and saying, "Just come back alive."

Lynn's trip was not only to capture the "Undead Baby," but also to give someone a chance.

I've been wandering around for so many days, and quite a few people have seen me. I'm sure that person has heard the news by now.

It wouldn't be right not to give myself a taste of my own medicine, would it?

Upon arriving at the teleportation area, the guard was an unfamiliar third-class apprentice. After checking the nameplate, he respectfully asked, "Sir, may I ask your destination?"

"Rotten Abyss, Abyss Outpost."

The apprentice input the command, and the teleportation arrays lit up one by one.

As Lynn stepped onto the platform, he caught a glimpse of a figure in a gray robe in the corner, who hurriedly retreated and disappeared into the shadows of the pillars.

He remained expressionless, pretending not to have seen it.

The light engulfed our vision.

...

A rotten abyss.

Abyss Outpost.

The outposts at the teleportation array landing points are far larger than those in the Eternal Night Graveyard.

The city wall is thirty meters high and is made entirely of black granite that has been soaked in death energy for hundreds of years.

The surface of the city wall is densely engraved with three nested defensive magic arrays, and the eerie light flows like the breath of living things.

Every fifty meters there is a white bone arrow tower, with an irregularly shaped, multifaceted dark red crystal suspended at its top—the "soul core" condensed after the death of an abyss demon, which was then refined into the energy core of the watchtower.

Two wizard towers stand on the east and west sides of the outpost, their bodies wrapped in bronze-colored, living metal vines that slowly writhe, firmly anchoring the towers to the ley lines.

Lynn walked through the main street of the outpost, passing seven or eight fixed stalls along the way, mostly selling demon skeletons, rotting organs, and unrefined abyssal crystals.

The vendors here are mostly apprentices who help their mentors set up stalls. They only operate within this small area and dare not step out of the outpost.

The demons outside have no mercy on women.